What if I told you
That death is not the end?

I’d leave.

Well then I guess it’s time
For you to walk out.

Ok.

Really?
No why?
No how?
No what do you mean?
Not even the slightest interest?

No.

Why?

Because when I die
- And it is when -
I want to be dead.
I don’t want oblivion
Because that implies
That part of me lives.
That something is conscious.
When I die
I want to be gone.
I want nothing left.
Nothing left to think.
Nothing left to imagine.
No oblivion.
Just nothing.

Well.
That’s something.
You’re different you know.
From most people.

Because I want death
To be the end?

Well yes.

Then I’m happy being different.